tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60790682011-04-21T18:48:20.609-06:00Stories, anecdotes, etc, drawn from my warped mindCoreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07391020329830520336noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079068.post-1088395730153330122004-06-27T22:08:00.000-06:002004-06-27T22:08:50.153-06:00

Random Act of Kindness #1 It was one of those perfect Colorado summer days. The sun was out, wisps of clouds scudded across the sky and a light breeze took off the slight edge brought on by the 90-degree heat. I was sitting in front of my house, reading a book and soaking up the sun. It was as relaxing as a day could get-all my errands were run, my homework for the upcoming week had been

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I am not that young anymore, not as young as I used to be at least. But this week I went to a concert Sunday night and Monday night (maybe this is why I have a cold). Sunday night I actually got into the pit (first time in a long time) and Monday's concert was in Fort Collins (over an hour away). What concert? Hank Williams III Hell of a good show. The crowd itself is entertaining enough. You

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Why does Jerri, the main character, have sexy lookin' girl pics in her locker? Tommy likey...

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A month ago I was on my way to Hawaii for 10 days of sitting in the sun, relaxing, semi-clothed, eating fresh fruit and Hawaiian coffee, enjoying my first real extended vacation in a long time. Now, however, it's less than 20 degrees out, there's a couple inches of snow ion the ground, and I am sitting at home, hacking up phlegm and snot, blowing my nose every 5-6 minutes. I just started Season

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Since I moved away from the Midwest, I have found myself flying more than ever before-flying back to Chicago to spend time with my family and friends from high school, flying to Indiana/California/Michigan to see friends from college, and of course there are the true vacation oriented flights-Hawaii, Europe, Mexico, etc. Flying is always an experience. I find it's nice to have a pleasant

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Well, it's Christmas time again. Once more have I made the trip back east across the plains to my parents' house in DG, IL. Thus far, this has been a pretty standard trip. Got in late, headed into the City the following night after a day of lunch and talking with mom. Standard night out also. Didn't see the sun come up this time, but was up pretty late with the guys. Beer was had, no sleep was

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It has begun. It started months ago and is only now ramping up into a full scale conflict. I am surrounded, and outnumbered. I have a good stash of ammo, I just don't know that I can launch it quickly enough.

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After work yesterday, I went for a long (1 hour), not-so-slow run (4 minute miles-really!) with my faithful running companion. No, not Buster. Actually, not even a dog, really. Just Jenny. Anyway, after our run I decided that my hard work merited a frosty cold beverage. The drive home was uneventful, as was unlocking my door and going inside. Once inside, I raided the fridge and put together a

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Dawn breaks across my face flooding my closed lids with a warm soothing light a peace that I feel can last and last until I realize that I still have to work and slave to make food and drink available. I rise, slowly despairing an excess of melancholy oozing from my pores and soaking my once occupied sheets. Shower sprays, I silently pray for an awakening that doesn’t come instead the spray hits

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Running along the trail, his shoes kick up spurts of dust. He races along as though trying to outrun his own shadow, the phantom that trails his every move, inescapable. From what does he run? Why does he rush headlong down the rocky trail risking the skin on his knees and the Grecian projectile of the nose that adorns his countenance? Is it his past? A woman? Un faced responsibilities? No matter

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I will get to this one soon

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